Drop that / get up
Take to the streets / better lock that kid up
Face full of teeth when he hock that spit up
Pacing the beat like a beast
Rocking the block on repeat
Speak from the cut like [bad word] of blood
Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love
Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes let the dead men sing

I shiver and shake the warm air cold
I’m alone on my own
In every mistake I dig this hole
Through my skin and bones

It’s harder starting over
Than never to have changed

With Blackbirds following me
I’m digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, [bad word] in waves
I’m getting back what I gave

I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades
As I waste away
It traps me inside mistakes I’ve made
That’s the price I pay

It’s harder starting over
Than never to have changed

With Blackbirds following me
I’m digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, [bad word] in waves
I’m getting back what I gave

I drop to the floor like I did before
Stop watching / I’m coughing / I can’t be more
What I want and what I need are at constant war
Like a well full of poison / a rotten core
The blood goes thin / the fever stings
And I shake from the [bad word] that the habits bring
Let the sick ones down / the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes / let the dead men sing